This war is pointless
Every 20 minutes our side loses 20 men
We are fighting for freedom
But we are commiting suicide, aren't we dumb
We cannot question our government or we will be killed
We are strong men, but not very skilled
Most of us are only 18 or 19, so we don't know life
All we know is mom, dad, and a small social life
Our superiors are older, so they have lived long and well
No matter how your life was before the war, we will all land in hell
Guns fire and mustard gas leaks
The reaper comes for souls to seek
Forever shall the spirits roam the battlfield
Until they are peacefully put to rest the souls will remained un healed
Blood stained trenches and lifeless bodies
From Alanders to Roddies
Fighters dead on the right
Poets still live and continue to write
My poem is done and so am I
In about an hour I will die.
Every 20 minutes our side loses 20 men
We are fighting for freedom
But we are commiting suicide, aren't we dumb
We cannot question our government or we will be killed
We are strong men, but not very skilled
Most of us are only 18 or 19, so we don't know life
All we know is mom, dad, and a small social life
Our superiors are older, so they have lived long and well
No matter how your life was before the war, we will all land in hell
Guns fire and mustard gas leaks
The reaper comes for souls to seek
Forever shall the spirits roam the battlfield
Until they are peacefully put to rest the souls will remained un healed
Blood stained trenches and lifeless bodies
From Alanders to Roddies
Fighters dead on the right
Poets still live and continue to write
My poem is done and so am I
In about an hour I will die.